Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 16:51:36 -0500
From: N Y
Subject: Hometown Fuck
This happened a couple months ago when I was visiting my parents in
Charleston, South Carolina. I don't know what it is about being home but
it always makes me feel off the charts horny. Usually I just jerked off
twice a day to get over it, but this time ended up being a bit different.
When I travel I like to get online and check out the guys in the area and
do some flirting and low-level sexting. It had been a long time since I
met up with anyone just for a hookup, though I had come close a couple
times this summer after becoming single for the first time in a couple
years. The first three nights I was in town went as usual, trading some
PG-13 and R-rated pictures and talking dirty with some cute guys before
blowing a load and crashing. While my hometown was bottom central, these
southern boys seemed like they were (or liked to say they were) all tops.
Most of those "top vers" guys would turn into "fuck me now" types in real
life but that didn't matter for our chatting.
By Saturday, my last night in town, I had just about gotten my fill of the
locals but around 8 pm saw a new one pop up. There wasn't much information
in his listing - it said he was 24, white, 6'2", 180 pounds, and looking
for bottoms. The picture was a bit blurry but he was clearly hot. He
probably played football in high school and unlike his straight teammates
had stayed in shape.
After my initial hello he immediately dispensed with the pleasantries. The
first messages he sent after my "Hey, how's it going?" were three pictures
- one of him flexing impressively in a muscle tee in his bathroom, one
shirtless at the gym, and one full naked body shot displaying a huge erect
cut dick. He had a short buzz cut, a light beard in one picture but not
the others, a smattering of chest hair, and a big happy trail and thick set
of pubes over his impressive cock. My mouth started watering as I thought
about what it would be like to suck this guy off and swallow his load.
I asked how big his dick was and he said eight inches and thick. He asked
what I was into and I told him that I liked the usual stuff, making out,
oral, maybe bottoming if we clicked. "Perfect. I like to get blown and
fuck ass. You good with that?" In a bit of an understatement I replied,
"Yeah, that sounds hot." "Torso and ass pic?" I guess he was one of those
tops who didn't care about his bottom's cock - all that mattered to him was
my body and my holes. I sent him the pictures. I'm twenty eight years
old, about 5'10", 150 pounds, slim but toned, on the pale side with black
hair and a hairy chest, legs and ass. I thought I looked pretty good in
the photos but if he was into tanned twinks I was not going to be his guy.
"Nice," he replied. I guess he liked what he saw. "What are you up to
tonight? Wanna come over?"
I thought about at least trying to set up a beer first but just responded I
was free and asked him what he wanted to do. "Just what I said, get blown
and fuck your ass." He sent over two more pictures of his body and dick,
one from above and one from below - his view and the cocksucker's view. An
hour later I was at his doorstep.
He lived in a somewhat ratty apartment complex that was in a transitional
neighborhood between a nice area and a rough one. I managed to follow
someone else into the building, glad I didn't have to use the front door
speakerphone. I walked up the two stories to his floor and rang his
doorbell, fidgeting partly out of nervousness and partly because my boner
was getting uncomfortable.
Finally the door opened. I was relieved to see that his pictures weren't
lying. He was about four inches taller than me with big arms, a trim waist
and thick hairy legs. He was wearing a sleeveless workout shirt, white
athletic shorts thin enough to show the head of his dick, and flip flops.
He was obviously going commando because I saw his dick move around
underneath his shorts as he surveyed me. He was pretty tan even on his
upper arms, probably from wearing tank tops that showed off his guns. His
hair was longer than the photos, hanging somewhat messily over his
forehead, and he had four or five days of rough stubble. I immediately
knew I had made the right decision to come over.
He also gave me his own not-so-quick look from head to toe. I was standing
there awkwardly with my hands in my pockets waiting for him to make the
first move. I guess I passed the test because he stepped aside and
motioned me in. "Hey dude. Sit down for a second, I'm going to run to the
bathroom real quick."
He had a pretty strong southern accent, but having grown up here I knew
that it was actually a toned-down version of his parents' and grandparents'
accents. When he visited home or got drunk it would get even thicker.
The inside of his apartment was like the outside, not particularly nice but
not terrible for a young guy living on his own. I sat down on the creaky
futon and waited for him to finish up in the bathroom. I heard the water
stop running and my dick twitched.
He walked over to me and put his hands on his waist. A bit of hair peeked
out from under his armpits and I could see most of his torso from the
cutouts in his shirt. "So, are you still up for this?"
"Yeah, I think so," I replied, trying not to stammer.
"Great. Stand up and take your clothes off."
"Right now?"
"Yeah, right now."
I got up from his futon and slowly started to strip. First my jacket, then
my tee shirt, then my shoes and socks, then my jeans. It was more of a
sheepish undressing than a strip show. All I had on now was a pair of
tighty whities tenting over my rock hard boner.
"Take those off too."
I complied and my dick sprang straight up. I was usually pretty confident
with my body at the beach, in the shower, and so on, but couldn't help but
feel uncomfortable in this position. I was not only standing there naked
while he was fully clothed, we both knew I was here because I wanted him to
use me like a cheap whore and I was stripping down so he could inspect me
beforehand.
He came up to me and tweaked my nipples one after the other, making me jump
a bit. Then he took hold of my shoulders and turned me around.
"Damn dude, this ass looks even better in person. Bend over."
I thought about saying no but at this point I was so horny that I would do
almost anything. I put my hands on my knees and gave him a better look at
my backside.
"More."
I bent over more and put my hands on the ground. This was officially the
most exposed I had ever felt, and that includes the time in college when my
frat boy fuck buddy invited two of his friends over to watch him rail me.
(Thankfully, they ended up joining in.)
I felt him play with my balls and then yelped audibly as he gave them a
soft but strong tug.
He laughed. "Sorry dude, I couldn't resist. Stand up and let me feel that
ass." I stood up and felt him get closer to me. He kneaded my butt cheeks
with both hands. "Man, this is nice. Can't wait to fuck this thing." He
reached around my chest and tweaked both my nipples again. I almost melted
as I felt his chest touch my back and his breath on my neck.
He backed away. "Okay, turn around."
I did as he said. My hard six-inch dick was still pointing to the ceiling
in front of me. I felt a bit small in front of this younger, taller,
bigger, thicker (in more ways than one) southern boy.
"So I was thinking that you could blow me, then we take a little break, and
then I dump a load in your ass. Sound good?"
I had never had anyone talk to me like this before and it was totally
turning me on. "Yeah," I said.
"Well that was easy," he laughed. "Okay, get on your knees."
I complied, hungrily eyeing his crotch. By now he was as hard as I was and
had also tented his white shorts. He slipped them off and his thick
eight-inch cock pointed angrily at my face.
"Lick my balls a bit before you start."
I stuck my nose under his dick, took a good whiff of his crotch and started
to massage his sack with my tongue. He smelled a little musky but nothing
too bad - he had probably showered before going to work and had just gotten
back. He still had his sleeveless shirt on, which framed his biceps and
covered up the top of his happy trail. His bush had been trimmed since the
picture he sent me. I wasn't usually a fan of too much manscaping but it
did have the nice side effect of making his cock look even bigger.
After a minute or two of teasing his balls I felt him pull his crotch away
from my head before unceremoniously ramming his dick into my mouth. The
head of his cock pushed at my throat and I let it go all the way in. He
moaned as he hit bottom and pushed his pubes against my nose. I would have
done the same if my mouth weren't full.
"Fuck yes," he said, and started slowly fucking my face. His hands were on
the back of my head, controlling the pace. I took a huge breath whenever
possible and did my best not to gag, a job that was helped by the
intoxicating feeling of his cock in my mouth and the smell of his crotch.
My head and torso were motionless as he worked his dick in and out of my
mouth but I did my best to use my tongue on his head and shaft.
Whatever I was doing must have been working because his breathing started
to pick up and he almost instantly pulled out. "Damn you're good at this.
Go back to my balls." I dropped down a bit to get underneath his balls and
started tonguing them again. His sack was a little hairy and getting
bigger and stretchier by the minute. He let out a low "fuck yeah" as I
took his balls one by one into my mouth. While I was down there he finally
took his shirt off, showing off a pair of meaty pecs with a little bit of
hair between them, a nice set of abs and that big treasure trail. I tried
to burn the image of his pole, slick with my spit, bobbing up and down
while I teabagged him.
"Damn dude, you are a really good cocksucker. I'm going to blow soon. You
like to swallow, right?"
I would have been disappointed that this was going so fast but knew that we
would be back for seconds. "Yeah," I said.
"Okay, good. Get ready, this is going to be a big one."
I grabbed his dick with my right hand, gave it a couple tugs and then
started going to town. I soaked the head with my mouth and slowly spiraled
my hand over the shaft - I almost needed two hands to fit around it. He
started to squirm. I could feel him try to hold back, but after about 30
seconds he put his hands back on the back of my head, gave my mouth three
pumps, pushed his cock deep into my throat and let out a long groan. I
grabbed his ass cheeks and pushed his crotch against my face. I could feel
his cum start gushing out and it was all I could do not to let any dribble
out of my mouth. There must have been twelve or thirteen spurts. It
tasted sweet and thick - I was desperately horny for his cum at that point
but I felt like I could have drank this stuff with dinner. I had been in
his apartment for less than ten minutes and was already swallowing his
load.
After the geyser of cum finally stopped I slowly milked the rest of it out
of his softening but still sizable dick. Eventually he staggered away and
flopped down onto the futon. "Holy shit dude, that was amazing."
I started to jack my own dick, which I just noticed had dripped a small
puddle of precum on the floor.
He snapped back to reality. "No, don't touch. I want to fuck the cum out
of you." I reluctantly stopped jerking off and sat on my knees on the
floor, naked and hard, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. He
looked hot as hell sitting there naked and panting. After a minute or two
his dick had gotten soft and he put his boxers back on.
"Come on the futon, let's take a little break. You watch baseball?"
At first I wasn't sure if he was joking. He walked over to the
refrigerator, grabbed two beers and tossed one to me. He got back on the
futon and grabbed the remote. "Come on, sit down."
Apparently it wasn't a joke. He asked me what I liked to do for fun, where
I lived, where I grew up, and so on. I was butt naked and my hard-on
hadn't gone away but I was pretending to be okay with shooting the shit
with him.
Every couple minutes he would absentmindedly reach over and play with my
balls or my nipples or massage my neck. We finished the first beer, then
he grabbed two more and popped those open. We watched the game for what
felt like an eternity, though it was probably only 15 or 20 minutes. I
started thinking about those erectile dysfunction commercials where they
said you should call a doctor if your erection lasted longer than four
hours.
"This driving you crazy?" he asked.
"Shit dude, what do you think?"
He laughed. "Sorry man, this is just too much fun. I know you like it."
He reached over and roughly massaged my neck and shoulder.
I downed the rest of the second beer and he did the same. I was paying
more attention to his body than the baseball game at this point and was
openly staring at his chest, legs and crotch. You could see a bit of his
dick through the pee hole in his boxers.
"One more thing before we get going again," he said. His drawl was coming
back now that the beers had loosened him up and his guard was coming down.
I pried my eyes away from his body up to his face.
"Yeah?"
"So you obviously like to get fucked. Why is that?"
I couldn't believe I was having this conversation. "I don't know man, I
just like it."
"But why? I tried it once and it just hurt."
"It hurts at first but then you get used to it." For some reason I felt
compelled to keep going, though I couldn't keep eye contact with him while
doing it. "Shit man, I came over here just so you could do it to me. Look
how hard I am. I just really get off on getting fucked by a hot guy."
"No shit. Your dick looks like it's about to explode. I guess girls like
being fucked too so it makes sense. Anyway, I'm glad you like it because I
like to fuck ass and yours looks it was made for it."
"Thanks, I guess."
"You know, I really like doing guys who you don't think would want it.
You're a good looking, straight acting guy. You look like the kind of guy
who would be bossing little twinks around. If I saw you on the street I
would never have thought you would come to my place just so you could suck
me off and let me dump a load in your ass. But here you are."
I really started to squirm now.
"What kind of guys do you like? Tall, short, white, black, what?"
I struggled to answer his question without answering "someone who looks
just like you." "I don't know, I usually go for tall white guys."
"Big cocks?"
"Well yeah." I started to defend myself against his mostly but not
entirely accurate charges of being a total bottom. "You know, I do like to
top every once in a while."
"Yeah, but what you really like is for bigger guys take control of you,
make you suck their cock, top the shit of you. That makes you horny, huh?"
I didn't immediately respond.
He cracked a smile and reached over to tousle my hair. "Shit man, I'm just
messing with you, don't freak out."
"Okay. I've just never had anyone talk to me like this before."
"I bet you like it though. I can tell."
"Maybe you're right. And yeah, I like to get fucked by bigger guys. And I
like big cocks."
"Now that's what I like to hear. Okay, I think I'm ready again. You
ready?"
"God yes."
"Good. Enough talking. Get between my legs and get me hard again."
He lifted up his butt to slip off his boxers. His dick had gotten half
hard during our discussion and lay a bit stickily on his thigh and balls.
It was about five inches, not much shorter than mine when it was fully
hard, and still really thick. I eagerly got off the futon and positioned
myself in front of him. I slowly licked his balls, getting them wet all
over, and then moved up to his dick, which was hardening fast. I could
smell my spit from the blowjob as well as a bit of musk that had built up
while he fucked my face. His dick had grown to its full eight inches and I
was getting into the blowjob when he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
"Whoa there buddy, if you're not careful you'll finish me off again."
"Sorry," I said. He was right, if he hadn't pulled out I would have kept
going until I was swallowing his cum again right then and there.
"Let me grab the lube." He bounded up off the futon and came back already
rubbing some onto his cock. He sat back down and popped the bottle closed.
"Okay, let's see if your ass riding skills are as good as your cocksucking
ones."
I was mentally ready to get fucked but still not sure how good a job I
would do taking his huge dick. I positioned myself over his crotch and
started to sit down on his dick gingerly. The head stung but I was so
horny I barely noticed. I guess when you want something that bad your body
makes it happen. Before I knew it I had bottomed out and felt his pubes on
my ass.
He and I let out an almost simultaneous loud groan. "Now that's an ass
that loves having a cock in it, huh?"
I didn't know what to say to that, so I grabbed onto the rim of the futon
for balance and started slowly fucking myself on his dick. It was one of
the thickest I had ever taken. It felt like I could feel every vein those
first couple times up and down, though before long the pain was replaced by
a throbbing, dull pleasure that hit with every stroke.
"Look at me," he said. "I want to see how much you are enjoying my dick in
your ass." My eyes had been closed the last couple minutes as I got into a
rhythm.
I moved my hands from the futon to his shoulders and kept up the pace. I
felt like a bitch in heat as I stared at him while impaling myself on his
pole. "That's right," he muttered. "Fuck yeah this is good."
I started to pick the pace up. It was hard to remove myself mentally from
the situation but vaguely heard myself in the background grunting and
moaning. He looked up at me appreciatively as I fucked myself on his dick.
Soon he started to meet my downward motions with his own upward motions,
then grabbed my waist and started pushing and pulling my body up and down
to meet his thrusts. It wasn't long before he held my waist completely
still and took full control of his fucking, pistoning up at different
angles and hitting different spots every time. If I knew what I was doing
giving head, he sure knew what he was doing fucking ass.
My dick was really leaking precum now and it was shaking around from his
fucking, leaving little drops on both my stomach and his as it bounced up
and down. I was letting out a low, continuous moan that gave way to a big
sigh when he suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out of my ass.
"Go get on the bed and get on your hands and knees." I felt both empty and
glad to have a bit of a break, though it was obviously going to be short
lived. He watched me as I got on all fours. My hole was probably looking
pretty loose by now, or at least a bit red from the fucking I had gotten.
He grabbed some more lube, slathered it on his cock and followed me over to
the bed, positioning himself behind me. With no warning he rammed his dick
into my hole. I yelped a bit. "Oops, sorry, that ass was just too
inviting."
Now it was his turn to go to town on me. Where I had been riding him
before, now he was riding the hell out of me, using my ass exactly as he
saw fit. He kept up a steady routine of slower and then faster fucking,
grabbing my shoulders or my hair and picking up the pace up before
slackening for a little bit so he could recover. My ass was starting to
feel sore but I was also in something close to ecstasy. I was glad I had
sucked him off earlier because it meant that this could go on for longer.
Where he had appreciatively watched me ride him, I looked back over my
shoulder and enjoyed the view as he went to town on me.
After a few minutes he pulled out again and manhandled me onto my back. I
had a feeling this was going to be over soon. On one hand I wanted this
fuck to keep going forever, on the other hand I desperately needed to blow
my load. He grabbed my knees and pressed them against the mattress on
either side of my torso. Again I gasped as he rammed his dick into me with
no warning and he started absolutely pounding my hole. I was completely
immobilized, my legs spread like a bitch as I watched him get ready to blow
his load in my ass. He had a steely, determined, but also relaxed look as
he got ready to dump his cum into me. I wondered what he was thinking.
I knew what I was thinking -- I was enjoying watching him fuck my brains
out, and I was getting off on the fact that he knew I was enjoying getting
fucked by his dick. This is the symbiotic relationship they taught you
about in school, right?
A couple drops of sweat dripped off his chest and onto my stomach. His abs
were glistening and he looked both buffer and a hairier from this angle.
He jammed his dick as deep as it would go, held it there, and asked, "You
ready to get the cum fucked out of you?" I tried to nod. "Okay, go
ahead."
He started ramming me again and I went straight for my dick and jerked like
there was no tomorrow. I looked him straight in the eye, thought about
what a slut I must look like right now with a load of his cum in my stomach
and another one about to be dumped into my ass, and blew an absolutely
monstrous load, riled up from a week without jerking off and being edged
for an hour by this hot country muscle boy. My first spurt went straight
over my head, the second hit my forehead, the third hit my right cheek, and
the rest gushed out onto my torso in waves. He smiled as he fucked the
rest of the cum out of me, stabbing my hole repeatedly and determinedly as
the waves of my orgasm swept over me. My chest and stomach were now
covered with what looked like three guys' worth of splooge.
I was totally spent and in a post-coital haze as his attention turned to
getting himself off. The fucking still felt good but I was in another
world. It wasn't long before he started to pick up the pace, though, and I
snapped back to reality when he scooped some of the cum on my face onto his
index finger and stuck it in my mouth. I almost involuntarily closed my
lips around it and started licking up the cum. "Nice. Can't help it huh?"
He started railing me harder than ever and it was clear he was about to
blow. "Okay, now it's my turn," he said. He pressed my knees to the
mattress, closed his eyes and dumped his second load of the day into me,
flooding my guts with his splooge. "Fuck yeah," he said, grimacing with
both pleasure and exertion. "Take that load. Unggghhhhhhhh..." I could
feel his body tensing up and watched his muscles bulge along with each
spurt.
Once he had finished dumping his second load of the night into my ass he
flopped straight down on top of me, panting even harder than after the
blowjob. "Jesus Christ," he said, breathing heavily. The jizz on my torso
squished between our bodies. I lay on the bed like I had just run a
marathon, enjoying the feeling of his weight on me and his dick softening
in my ass. I could still taste his cum in my mouth from earlier in the
night and felt his fresh load start to leak out of my ass. His breath felt
hot on my neck. We both just lay there for a minute, soaking it all in.
Eventually he put his arms on the bed and lifted his body off of mine,
pulling his cock gingerly out of my ass with a light "pop". Once he had
gotten up and took a look at me he asked for my phone.
"What for?"
"Let me take a picture of you. Don't worry, I won't send it to anybody, I
just want you to see how you look."
I pointed him in the direction of my jeans. I admired his ass as he walked
across the room and then his half hard, wet dick swaying back and forth as
he walked back. He grabbed a towel and started to wipe himself off as I
entered the passcode for him. He snapped the picture and handed the phone
back me.
I saw myself splayed out on his bed like a crime scene victim, legs and
arms askew. Sweat was glistening on my forehead and torso. Cum was
covering my body and dripping out of my abused hole, and I had a
shit-eating grin on my face.
I had a feeling I would be back.